Hila leaned against the wall, her disguise in place. She was now working as part of the crew that did the mechanical work in the new Club and it had not been easy to wrangle a new identity card and more importantly, recreate herself all over again to fit the mould.But she was resourceful and still had contacts within the Monk’s people, those who feared, hated yet obeyed the diabolical man who pretended to be a holy person.In her new avatar, she was a member of the crew that helped to put the finishing touch to the electrical fittings of the sprawling buildings.She was dressed scruffily, her black hair hidden in a wig of short brown hair, a bandana about her head, and tattoos and piercings attached to her eyebrow and lower lip. All removable, of course. But it guaranteed that most people would focus on the tattoos and not on the shining green eyes which glared at them.All in all, a good disguise. And yes, since she was quite good at her work, for all her years in the army had train
Dusak smiled at the man who sat before him. Ramos the Spaniard who had once been beaten up in public by Lucien Delano, nervously kneaded his hands as he tried to look away from the photographs spread across the glass-topped table.Dusak smiled again, an evil smile, like a lizard watching his prey, thought the ageing Spaniard with a sickening lurch of his stomach.The photographs showed him in various poses with various women, each more sinister than the other. Ramos loved beating up women and the pictures were particularly graphic. He got off on inflicting pain. And he knew that if these snaps were revealed and the press got their dirty hands on them…Madre Dios!Ramos was now into politics and he had climbed up the ladder, successfully growing into a figure to be noted. The next elections were around the corner and he wanted to be the face of the party, the man who was tipped to be a future Presidente del Gobierno, Prime Minister of Spain. He had thought that he was keeping his little
HilaShe sank down on the floor of the tiny apartment room that she had rented. Just one room, with no furniture, nothing to show that it was inhabited. For she knew that her time was running out; the monk was searching for her and she was only managing to stay ahead because of her wits.Ravenous, she attacked the sandwich and wolfed it down. She had had to get a head start this morning and had only grabbed a bite in the noon. Now, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stared out of the window dully.The news she had gleaned from the chatter between the Monk’s close associates, was that he was planning to kill the Delano family, definitely Proserpina Delano, the Mafia Don’s beloved wife, and probably incapacitate the Don himself. A team of men was being assembled for this purpose and she knew that they had to be warned. True, knowing the way Lucien Delano operated, it would be almost impossible to get to him but with the Monk and his dreaded nephew, one never knew.She sighe
Piers walked into his office and stood, surveying the room, a feeling of slow happiness spreading through him. Philippe who had accompanied him, stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, watching. Piers glanced at him and a look passed between them. They understood each other and he knew that the Capo would always have his back.He was glad that the Capo was to wed his firebrand twin sister.“All good?’ asked Philippe, a frown appearing on his dark, handsome face as he checked his phone. And then, he turned to leave as he read the message.’Gotta go. The Boss is leaving and he wants me to attend to some last-minute stuff.Piers nodded and the Capo disappeared, moving swiftly for such a large man.Soon, he was lost in the business of managing the finances of as extensive an operation as his father’s mob holdings.His father abruptly summoned him to the office for an impromptu meeting as the Mafia Don needed to leave the country urgently. The meeting was followed by lunch with Philippe a
Hila's MessageHe nodded at his men and strode in. He sent Philippe a call,’She wants me in the bar on the side. I am going in.’Philippe grunted and swore. But Piers was already entering the shady-looking place.He looked about, ignoring the interested looks coming his way.No one could ignore his striking golden looks and his clear grey-blue eyes which lacked Lucien Delano’s command but still looked impressive as he strode across to the table, she had told him about. He waited, staring out at the dismal rain, and the darkness, and only turned around when he felt someone slide into the seat in front of him. He spun around to meet Hila’s bright black eyes and he felt the breath leave his body.F*ck, but he wanted to lean across and grab her, kiss those lips, make her his forever.She said in a cool voice,’Whatever it is, the answer is NOT NOW.’He opened his eyes and then scowled as he saw her mouth turn up at the corners. She was laughing at him.The waitress sashayed up to them, l
Piers looked around sharply as the door to his room in the Club was opened and a figure stepped in.‘I didn’t…’ he began but then he stopped as he saw that it was Hila. She was in her greasy overalls effectively hiding her shapely body. They looked at each other for a while. It was afternoon and the Capo had retaliated to the Monk’s gesture by attacking him on three fronts, on Lucien’s orders. The Monk would not recover easily from the killing of two of his close associates and destroying a warehouse in the docks where he stored his contraband goods.Piers watched, unable to tear his eyes off her as she stepped to him, zipping off her overcalls, his eyes feasting on her like a hungry man as she came to him, in her tank top and jeans. She shed them as she walked and he felt his breath quickening as she took in her body, firm, athletic and so inviting.Naked, her firm little breasts with the small pointed nipples, the thatch of dark fuzz between her legs…Then she was in his arms, her h
LucienHe strode into the room, oblivious of the electrifying effect he always had, carrying himself with authority, fierce pride, and a confidence that was hard won.He had made the decision to break off his journey and return home before he had spent half a week in Brussels. His associates had been disappointed but he had brought James Schwartz with him and Handsome James, though not as powerful a substitute, could be safely trusted to make sure that his allies could be counted upon and the final deal inked without any hassles.The thought of his Woman in danger had actually made him change his mind. He was aware that he was growing old and with the kind of life he was leading, walking on the cusp of danger and violence, he did not know when he would be killed…he wanted to make the most of his life with the one person he loved dearly. True, he loved his children and yes, also Paddy, in a detached sort of way. But Proserpina? She was the one he lived for, he reflected as his cavalcad
LucienHe strode into the room, oblivious of the electrifying effect he always had, carrying himself with authority, fierce pride, and a confidence that was hard won.He had made the decision to break off his journey and return home before he had spent half a week in Brussels. His associates had been disappointed but he had brought James Schwartz with him and Handsome James, though not as powerful a substitute, could be safely trusted to make sure that his allies could be counted upon and the final deal inked without any hassles.The thought of his Woman in danger had actually made him change his mind. He was aware that he was growing old and with the kind of life he was leading, walking on the cusp of danger and violence, he did not know when he would be killed…he wanted to make the most of his life with the one person he loved dearly. True, he loved his children and yes, also Paddy, in a detached sort of way. But Proserpina? She was the one he lived for, he reflected as his cavalcad
Piers's loud shout made the hall fall silent. For a minute, every head in the room swivelled to stomp in the doorway.Even Lucien Delano and Proserpina, absorbed as they were in their burning need to lose themselves in their desperate need for each other, stopped. Proserpina blinked as she turned to look, safe as she was, nestled in her lover’s strong embrace. And the Mafia Don scowled in annoyance, muttering,“What is with that fool boy?’Piers whipped his head to face his parents across the room, an arm around Hila, holding her to his chest as he cried, "Mumma! Pappa!’And when he was hurrying to them, his eyes were wild with excitement as he cried in joy, dragging his lover beside him,‘I…you… I mean… Mumma, I’m going to be a dad!”Proserpina was out of her husband’s protective arms as her son whooped and threw his arms around her, laughing with him. Lucien watched drily as Claude and Ria immediately crossed to him, pulling him into a huddle. Tara joined them, and after a pause, so
LucienHe began to make his way slowly through the milling throng of his guests to where his Woman was standing, in a daringly backless gown, her beautiful body making his staff harden with desire. Ria and Tara had chosen the slinky gown for her. When Proserpina had protested in embarrassment, her hands on her pink cheeks, the girls had declared,‘Mumma! Even after eight kids, you still look WOW!’It had been one of those rare weekends when Tara had come home. Ria had little Jamie on her lap, jiggling the fat little girl who was cooing at her Pappa, for the Mafia Don was hands down, her favourite person. Jamie was the apple of the Don’s eye, as Ria often teased her father.Lucien, who had been in the bedroom working on his phones and tablet, had been watching them in amusement.After the heart attack, mild though it had been, he had taken to spending time at home, working from his office or sometimes, his spacious bedroom.‘Please…but it’s BACKLESS!” Proserpina had gone on, her eyes m
A love like the kind her parents shared was almost like a fairytale…She sighed and touched her small belly. Big Philippe placed his large warm hand over hers and whispered concernedly in her ear,“Princess?”She looked up into his dark eyes and felt the rush of affection, of love that kept them bound to each other. Philippe, the Capo would bring the Moon and place it at her feet if she asked for it, she thought and unmindful of the crowds milling around her, the sound of glasses clinking, the chatter of people as, Ria reached up and pulled his head down. Murmuring against his lips,‘Philippe Diaz, I love you,” as she kissed him.***Piers Delano was staring at his phone. His mind was on other matters, although he had turned up for the party after his twin’s wedding ceremony. It had been a brief ceremony; Philippe had been born a Catholic, so there had been a small wedding service at Church. Old man Diaz had passed away a few years ago, and Philippe’s brothers, both of whom had been a
A few years later.The years have been kind to him, thinks the Don fondly as he surveys the guests at his daughter’s wedding party.Lucien Delano has aged but in his predictably indomitable manner, he looks and of course, his wife is testimony to the fact, that he still behaves in the same manner as he used to.His still-muscular physique belies his years and he continues to practice in his gym and has a friendly bout of boxing in the Ring, off and on. His son Claude is now an established name in the world of boxing, simultaneously running the underground fight clubs he has set up, and partnered with Paddy. The two of them work in tandem, Paddy with his enviable skills on the computers, has managed to make the Fight Clubs very lucrative indeed! thinks the Don.The Mafia Don is still actively handling the matters of his mob, which has branched out to become a powerful organisation, but one that is totally against human trafficking. He has made his millions through his arms dealings, a
LucienHe looked at his Woman fondly. She was on the bed, her head lowered to the baby at her nipple, the little child whose brown curls were bobbing as she sucked hard at her mother’s swollen teat.Proserpina wore a look of divine bliss, and Lucien moved over to her, taking her chin in his hard grip and kissing her.It was all he could do, for she had been spending almost a month at the hospital now. A month during which the Mafia Don had practically lived in the hospital too, his only concern being his Woman.And of course, the littlest child of his, who had charmed him already, though she was too small, too tiny to utter a word. Yet she could be ear-splittingly loud, too!He found himself staring in wonder as the baby yawned, exposing her small toothless gums, pink in colour, as he watched her face adoringly. And when Proserpina laughed at him, at the way he fawned over his youngest daughter, the Mafia Don growled at her, his eyes hungrily wandering over her.“Woman, I want to bree
RiaShe was running down a corridor that stretched out endlessly. The sound of the man’s footsteps thundering after her made her pant in fear. He was after her. She stumbled and fell, picked herself up, and kept running, her hands reaching out in the dark for some door, some way out of this place. And then, suddenly, out of the blue, she grabbed a shirt sleeve.The face of the man looked up in front of her.She screamed as Dusak’s face appeared out of the gloom, grinning maniacally.He had blood pouring down his forehead and a large hole in his cheek where he had been shot. But he opened his mouth and spoke in a guttural voice she knew she had heard before.“LOVELY Ria, my Ria, I am going to be with you forever now...'He reached out a long skeletal hand with talons, and that was when Ria screamed.Dusak Rudenko began shaking her throat ungently, and she felt a gurgle of panic erupt within her. A deep fear, unnamed and unknown.And then Philippe’s voice came into her consciousness, be
Lucien stood, staring in shock as a beaming Camille reached out to hand over the little baby to him. He stared in confusion for he had never held any of his newborn kids; it was a first for him.But even as he hesitated, the little child, its skin pink and puckered, a thatch of dark hair on its tiny head, opened one eye and looked at him quizzically an eyebrow raised questioningly, weighing him up critically so to speak, before shutting her eye firmly and ignoring the people around her, her mouth blowing a red raspberry pout.Ria and the other children began to laugh as Lou cried, with a shout of laughter,“Pappa, Sir, she is not impressed by you!’But it was Ria who declared, wonderingly, as she leaned against Lucien, who was holding the precious bundle cupped to his chest fiercely,“Pappa, I think she has Mumma’s colouring!”***ProserpinaI opened my eyes slowly. It felt as though there were weights holding my lids down. It had been a dream that seemed to go on forever, tumultuous
Lucien looked around at his family who were in the large waiting room. The younger boys, Dom and Lou, were piled on a sofa, their mouths open as they snored softly; Tara was curled up in an armchair with Aiyana beside her, an arm draped protectively around the child. The ex-FBI woman sat, her legs folded elegantly even in sleep.James Schwartz was sitting in another chair while the Capo dozed uncomfortably, Ria’s golden head on his lap, Rudy nestled beside her. Lucien’s face softened slightly as he looked at James. As though his thoughts had touched his second in command, the Scotsman stirred and stretched, sitting up, alert in an instant.He looked around himself and met Lucien’s eyes, an unspoken look passing between them.Snoring loudly, Claude was sprawled in abandon, sleeping on a mattress someone had thoughtfully provided, which was spread on the floor, his arms thrown wide, while Paddy had chosen to settle in an armchair close to the corridor leading to the theatre door, positi
She mumbled,"Yes Sir...' and her molten brown eyes, clouded with desire and want, with pain and pleasure, misted over as she looked at him, beseeching him to release her from her need.Her absolute submission aroused him tenfold, and the big man growled shakily, for the sight of her large breasts with the evil clamps fastened to her tender nipples was too much for him.“I shall f*ck your t*ts today, wh*re,’ he said hoarsely, "to punish you. Pain, wh*re, and pleasure."She made a sound, her breasts wobbling as she tried not to shift too much, but he lowered his head to sink his teeth into the fleshy mounds savagely, and she cried out.He tugged lightly at the clamps with his teeth, and she met his eyes, her own filled with tears of pain but she dimpled slightly as she said breathlessly,'Master... I am yours, Lucien Delano..."He grunted.F*ck, but he could never have enough of this delectable offering laid before him: this lush body, the thighs wet with her want, her shining pink c*n